This is Amy Shidesu, Osoro's and Izoro's mother in 1989. She was a best friend with Sumire Saitozaki's and was broken by her death. Au - Shidesu no Hinode
Izoro Shidesu (Osoro Shidesu's older brother), who was studying in Akademi High seven years ago. He is a main character in my yansim au - Shidesu no Hinode (Sunrise of Shidesu)
Could Sam and Dean Winchester defeat Light Yagami?
Yes, it doesn’t take them that long to find Kira, no big deal
Yes, but they both almost die a few times
No, one or both die
Other (pls comment)
Voting ended onNov 3, 2024
This is Part 1 of my could Sam and Dean defeat/survive series. Find other polls here:
Light Yagami / A Quiet Place / Carrie / Psycho / The Ring / Carrie / Psycho / Alien / The Shining / Mean Girls / Hocus Pocus / Rocky Horror / Midsomer / IT / Jurassic world /
Request: If it's okay can I please ask for a yanderea light with a darling who doesn't see a point in fighting back since they saw the kidnapping coming and knew they couldn't do anything about it
So they see no point in fighting back since they know he's not going to let them go
L is here
Yandere Light Yagami
Okay, with Light, there probably wouldn't be direct kidnapping.
It would be really impractical and might mess up his plans.
Most likely, he would force you into the relationship in other ways.
At first you wouldn't even recognize that he was manipulating you.
When you finally did, it was too late.
Light would reveal himself to be Kira at some point.
After this, at the latest, you gave up on the idea of running away.
You knew that if you tried Light would take revenge on your family.
Light would love this with all his heart.
Finally, you would be obedient as you should be.
Light knows you don't love him yet...
However, he wouldn't care.
Even if you don't try to escape Light will still keep you isolated.
Was wenn Muzan Reader entführt, aber sie es schafft zu flüchten. Draußen scheint die Sonne weswegen ihr kein demon folgen kann… wie würde Muzan darauf reagieren? ( falls Reader ein Dämon ist das es in der Sonne verbrennen will)
Request: What if Muzan kidnaps Reader but she manages to escape. The sun is shining outside so no demon can follow it... how would Muzan react to that? (if Reader is a demon that wants to burn in the sun)
I assume that this is yandere request.
Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji
As a demon, this might seem like a good plan.
Probably this would be the only point to get rid of Muzan for good.
However, you forget one thing...
Muzan is the one who created you.
Because of this, he would be able to read your thoughts and plans at any time.
And you can believe that Muzan lives rent-free in your head.
Just entertaining this idea makes Muzan angry.
How dare you think of leaving him?
You would definitely get a severe punishment.
Muzan would never let you far from him after this.
You'd better behave yourself.
.
If you were human this would be a different matter.
Your only chance would be to do this early in the "relationship".
After that it wouldn't be possible.
Muzan would quickly capture you in an infinite castle…
Often you wouldn't even know if it was day or night there.
However, Muzan would be angry because you ran away.
R.I.P all the freedom you ever had and ever will have.
You could be safe during the day… but night would always come eventually.
Muzan wouldn't rest until he got you back.
After this, he really considers turning you into a demon.
At least that way you wouldn't be able to do that again.
why do i get the feeling muzan would love endowed! reader in a maid costume- GHGHJBVGFGHHIJHU
Haha I can see it! (and also the other way round someone please please ask me about Maid Costume Muzan)
NSFW below the cut
Muzan x F!reader.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Muzan and the Maid
Part 4 of the Muzan's Epic Titty Sucking Saga
"Put it on." The tone of Muzan's voice told you there was no room for negotiation. He held the skimpy maid's uniform out toward you, the crimson of his eyes half-flooded out by his vertical pupils. His eyes only ever looked like that when he was just about to feed, or he was just about to work out his stress on your ample bosom. You trusted it was the latter.
You knew better than to argue with his demand. Protesting the tackiness of the uniform would only earn you an hour-long diatribe about how everyone disappointed Muzan and he should let the infinity castle crumble to ruin.
Taking the garment with a sigh, you stepped behind a modesty screen and started to change.
"With less attitude next time," Muzan grumbled from the other side of the screen as his silhouette crossed the room toward your, luxurious bed.
As you pulled on the dress, you glanced down to find that the bustier barely covered... anything. It didn't even fully conceal your areola. The blushing crescents peered over the top of the dress as your nipples tented the sheer fabric. You were almost certain that Muzan somehow lowered the temperature in your room whenever he felt like it.
"Well?" you asked, stepping out from behind the screen to find Muzan sat on the end of the bed; knees spread wide and hands clasped in the chasm between them.
He glanced up at you. "Yes. Come here." His hand slipped over your hip as you stepped into the gap between his thighs. "You're nothing more than a cheap slut," he whispered, caressing the mound of your breast. "My cheap slut to do whatever I want with. Isn't that right?"
Heat prickled on your cheeks as you nodded. "Yes, my lord."
"Good," he groaned. "That's my good little harlot." At once his mouth was on you, sucking your nipple through the fabric as his brow raised and knitted together. "Mmmhhh"
Your breath shuttered as you fought the urge to put back your head and moan. For all his faults--of which there were... a couple... Muzan definitely knew how to get you off with the simple act of lavishing his demonic attention on your breasts.
The wet heat of his mouth through the fabric was divine, the graze of his teeth over your hardened bud sending pangs of desire to your core.
He chuckled, fondling your breasts through the fabric with one hand while sliding the other up under your skirt. His fingers slipped through the wetness spreading across the top of your thighs as he continued to tease and lick your breasts.
"Mm... you're always so damn wet for me..." he smirked, giving your nipple a reprieve and pushing his face into your cleavage, covering it in hot, wet kisses. "Maybe one day I'll do something about that. But tonight, my little maid..." He leaned back and scooted his way up the bed, his clothing magically turning to tatters and falling away entirely as he gave you a devilish grin. "Your lord has been a very dirty boy..."
Let me know if you want part 5... where Muzan gets a tit-wank.
what would be the reaction of yandere Tanjiro, yandere Muzan and yandere kokushibou if s/o becomes very afraid of them after a punishment?
My brains work for yan Muzan now...
I write others later~ hopefully this is okay to u :3
Aaaaah I am very excited. I haven't write for demon slayer so long.
I mean... Last time I writed for demon slayer in 2022... Almost one post every day.. I really hope fandom is alive again because I love write for demon slayer.
Request are open btw
Tanjiro and Kokushibo are here
Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji
Muzan would only punish you if he believed you deserved it.
He wouldn't be so sadistic as to hurt you for fun…
Or so you think at first.
Sometimes Muza's reasons for punishing you are really petty.
Only perfection would be good for Muzan.
This is why you should be perfect.
If you weren't
…
Well, bad for you.
Muza's punishments could be sadistic.
You would probably start to fear him after trying to escape.
Because then at the latest, Muzan would turn you into a demon…
That wouldn't be a nice change, really.
That would be a really painful memory.
At first, Muzan would not react to your fear.
He would be sure it would pass.
But that wouldn't happen.
You still avoid Muzan, and you certainly don't come near him willingly.
Muzan would start to get annoyed with your behavior.
He has no empathy for you.
You better correct your behavior.
No Muzan doesn't really have sympathy for you :(
If your behavior worsens, Muzan could TRY to be gentler.
Muzan was livid. One of his upper ranks had fallen for the first time in more than a century, and the remaining demons of his so-called elite class were nothing more than pathetic fools, serving him with nothing but disappointment.
He let Gyokko's severed head plummet to the platform below, taking grim satisfaction from the wet thud it made when it landed. Hantengu yelped in fear, Akaza flinched, and Douma’s perpetual smile faded. Nothing could quell Muzan’s rage. Nothing.
"Muzan," you whispered from beneath his desk. He hadn’t known you were there, and your sudden appearance was nothing short of disarming.
You were his most depraved and alluring creation; a demon who was repulsed by the consumption of human flesh, but who garnered strength from Muzan's own fluids. And what strength it was. His breath caught as your hand slowly worked its way up his thigh.
Surely you couldn't still be hungry? You'd already sucked him dry not two hours ago.
And yet, as the fools groveled below, whimpering apologies and empty promises, your hands went to the fastening of his trousers and deftly undid it.
"Stop that," he hissed through his teeth, glowering at your pretty face. "Cease at once, you infernal slut. Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a mee–"
A shuddering breath escaped Muzan's throat as you took out his cock and used the very tip of your tongue to tease his opening.
Oh he could have torn your head off for such insubordination, and perhaps he should have, but as his knees buckled and he was forced to brace himself on the edge of his desk, he couldn't bring himself to stop you.
He fought to regain his composure as your hot, wet mouth surrounded his rapidly hardening cock and he tried to keep his voice level as he addressed the upper ranks. “I’d advise you all to act with more urgency from here on out. I suppose you’re not entirely at fault for your inadequacies.”
You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock and the veins in his forehead began to throb. He raised his voice once more to address the demons. “I’ve been too lenient with you because you’re upper ranks.”
He chanced a look down at you, and immediately regretted it. You gazed up at him with tears shimmering in your eyes as his dick grew to tease and nudge the back of your wretched throat. Oh, you were an abomination, a vulgar disgrace to demonkind, but he could not walk away from you. For all his power, he was devastatingly weak when it came to you and your depraved mouth.
He had to end the meeting.
“Gyokko, once you’ve confirmed that information to be true, you are to head over there with Hantengu at once."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a partition closed the pair of you off from the upper ranks, and he could finally let loose the growl caged behind his teeth. “You will be the death of me,” he hissed. “How many times must I feed you, my greedy slut?”
You simply sucked him harder in response.
"Curse you." His legs trembled beneath him; his weakness and helplessness only adding to his fury.
“Oh, fine, you licentious leech,” he snapped, putting his hands on the back of your head and thrusting into your mouth.
He pumped his hips, brutally fucking your face as you gagged and drooled over his cock, your eyes rolling as your tongue lapped at the precum weeping from his slit. With every thrust he reclaimed a little more power, a little of his tattered dignity. His toes curled inside the butter-soft leather of his shoes as exquisite pleasure built and spilled over.
With a grunt he unloaded down your throat. Your greedy tongue lapped at his cum as a deep groan burst from his throat. “Yes… swallow it all. There. Now I truly have nothing left to give you. Leave me be.”
His eyes widened as you yanked his trousers down entirely, exposing his backside.
“What are you– Oh I should destroy you,” he groaned as heat prickled along his cheeks and the top of his chest. He released his grip on your head to try to pull his trousers back up. “How dare you, how–”
His blood-red eyes widened. Your strength was truly astounding as you stood, catching him off guard and spinning him around before you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the desk. The song of smashing glass and falling equipment drowned out his gasp.
“You dare–!” Muzan’s protest died on his tongue as you slipped your finger past the barrier of his lips and laid it flat on his tongue. His pupils narrowed to reptilian slits as indignation and arousal battled for dominance. He could bite your wretched finger off– in fact, he should have, but he found himself simply moaning around it as you lowered your head to take his cock into your mouth once more.
He licked the underside of your digit as his eyelids fluttered.
“Mmhh–” he sucked your finger, biting back a mewl as you pulled it free from his lips. “What are–” His body tensed as your finger delved between the plush cheeks of his ass, circling his hole, lubricating it with his own saliva.
You simply raised your eyes to meet his frantic gaze.
“You aren’t… fffuck.” His head lolled back as you continued your ministrations, your moan reverberating around his cock as you pushed past the taught ring of muscle to finger the soft flesh within.
He was helpless then; eyes wide, mouth agape around a silent cry, chest heaving as you fingered his hole.
“Damn… you…” he choked out, voice cracking as he lifted his legs higher, allowing you to press deeper. You hit a spot deep within him which made him see stars, “Oh… ohhpleasepleaseplease fuuuck…”
You seemed obscenely pleased as his cock started to weep, and you greedily swallowed down every drop which spilled out of him. Never in over a millenia had he been treated with such disrespect and made to feel so utterly helpless. He whined as he bore down on your degenerate fingers, furious as hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
Bringing up his arms to shield his face from your gaze, Muzan let his tears soak into the sleeves of his shirt as he rocked his hips, fucking himself on your fingers, taking you deeper.
"More, curse you. Another."
You obliged your king's request, pushing another finger past the barrier of his hole, scissoring them to widen him. His eager body responded to your touch, allowing you to push deeper and massage that exquisite spot deep within him.
His cock erupted onto your tongue as you milked him, pulsing pleasure and heat consuming him as he choked out your name. On and on, the pleasure consumed him, seemingly never ending. His mouth fell open, his lips drawn back to expose his fanged teeth as his groans turned to frantic whimpers. “I can’t I can’t I can’t I don’t… Gods, curse… you… I… oh fuck oh Gods please. Please. Please~”
His orgasm exploded then, sending sparks of scalding pleasure shooting throughout his body as you groaned in satisfaction, your wicked tongue lapping up every drop of his seed. His hands grasped at anything he could find, tearing pages from his notebooks and sending vials of ingredients flying from the desk.
“Mm,” you crooned as he lay on the desk, gasping for air, his body still pulsing with the aftershocks of your torment. “Such a good master, cumming so much for me.”
His crimson eyes widened at your praise, a muscle in his jaw leaping as he bit down the whine pressing at the back of his throat. “Silence.”
Forcing a deeper breath, he placed a hand on the back of your head and flexed his fingers in a muted show of affection. "Mmh… curse you."
You were by far the best and the worst demon he had ever created, and in that moment, he would gladly keep you by his side for eternity.
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} human muzan, mean muzan
a/n; WE NEED MORE HUMAN MUZANNNNN
assuming from the reactions of the gardener and maid as he walks alone, perhaps due to his noble status, they hesitate to help him even when he might stumble or need help
Muzan finds his illness frustrating and don't want to look pathetic, he preferring not to be supported from anyone while walking or feeding his medicine
therefore, the only way is not to offer help that might make him look pity, but to be useful to him instead
the first time you offer to help him walk, you could suggest him to hold your arm for balance
"don't be absurd, I don't need your help" he replies
you explain that you could serve as his walking support, as a stupid crutches, as a cushion for him to fall on, or even a damn floor for him to step on if he desires
by positioning yourself as a tool for his use rather than as someone helping him, he might see you as invaluable without feeling indebted to you, a mere servant in his eyes
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